Thursday 3rd May 2018

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Thursday 3rd May 2018

Bit of a gap again in the golfing diary. But then there hasn’t been much in the way of action on the course, if truth be told. The weather has been particularly unkind – wet, in a word. Though we have also had our share of bitter cold, in the shape of the Beast from the East and its little brother, plus two doses of snow. All of which has led to the course being either limited to 9 or 15 holes, or closed completely on occasion. A pity, as it is in the winter and early spring months that I have my best opportunity to play regular golf, before the demands of Paddock Plants puts paid to that.

So to jump straight to the present, or near present, we had our postponed Easter seniors and ladies competition last Tuesday, in pretty decent, if still rather damp, conditions. I was lucky enough to find myself teamed with a pair of good lady players and we combined well to take second prize, with my tee shot on the 17th being close enough to pick up the nearest the pin award (from which position all three of us were able to make a birdie).

And then two days ago we enjoyed the first really spring-like 18 holes of 2018: grass tees, nicely mown fairways and greens benefiting from recent restorative treatment. I had been feeling for a while that there wasn’t much between me and a decent round (setting aside ongoing travails with the 3 wood off the tee), and on the front nine I played the kind of golf I would wish to play. As long as we omit the ball dumped into the pond off the tee on the 2nd, that is. The 3 wood behaved itself, hybrids, irons and wedges were sweet and accurate, and the Scotty Cameron was laser like in its precision. So I was happy to turn with 22 points on the card. On the back nine I continued to play some fine golf, but I also chucked in some wayward stuff. The 3 wood became once again temperamental and was the effective cause of my failing to score on the 14th and 18th holes, and I missed a couple of putts that should have dropped. Result: 14 points on the easier inward nine. Still, 36 points was good enough for 2nd place in division one and meant my handicap wouldn’t be cut. Silver linings and all that.

Just a pity that my game seems to be coming together just when I am less likely to find the time to play. And of course there remains the issue of my temperamental relationship with the X Hot 3 wood, once a fairly consistent friend but recently as unreliable as a Michael Fish weather forecast. I imagine we will be coming back to that matter.